What do you think about multiverse theory?

Somewhere we could be finishing an argument about marriage— 
not its meaning or its roots—but where we should say our vows
or where you might say them with someone else and I might be there for support
(or not).

Is there one where you never showed me how to change my washer fluid
but I just knew?
I’m a painter, but I can also throw clay on the wheel and form a delicate tea cup. 
Are you an economist? 
Maybe there’s a universe where you cried during Annie Hall,
and when I reached out to touch you, you pulled me in and just held me there.
Maybe you are dead. 

You could be overworked—me, bored. 
How did we get here? 

In the grand scheme of infinity, what would you give up
to look at me and feel that knot in your stomach 
that you just don’t want to untie?